the immortal fault.

I just came up with this at a random time as I was thinking about things.
I think this basically says, "Look, the devil cannot take me because my soul is good, yet I'm here on earth enduring the evil. Why? You can blame or punish me for how I shaped my soul, but how can you, when I never even signed up for existence."

Devil find me, look upon my soul and tell me which you cannot; that its yours. And angel, you angel, come and see into me and tell why so I am fit to endure that which the devil does embrace. Answer this, try. And when its so, take blame; for it is the immortal fault. Chide me for the shape of my soul, but do not condemn me for its existence.

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I don't know what to say. This a great! I can sense in your words that you have a passion for poetry. I too love the message it sent me, and I agree. If you get the chance check out my opinion essay on animal rights/vegetarianism